Tonight, He Weaves...

His favorite pastime
- call it obsession, preoccupation,
call it what have you -
was his life's legacy
always revisiting, re-examining,
always angling, spinning and revising,
always,
aiming at constructing a more effective narrative...
Tonight he took on colors
- he thought he knew his well -
Black and white the early years...
Decades of rage certainly red...
Hues of grey dominated the rest...
Tonight, he finds the puzzle incomplete...
Tonight, he feels his painting is lacking texture...
"Where is the blue?", he mumbles to himself...
"I've often had and often have the blues...
Occasionally, I listen to the blues...
Once I attended a wedding dressed in blue
and most of my jeans are blue!"...
Tonight, he can't claim a blue period per se,
but, tonight, he's determined to weave
a hint, a notion, a wonder of a background blue...